I look back at the mess you left inside my head
I realize what a nervous wreck I actually am
I swore I wouldn't die a tradesman
like every other prick in the town that we grew up in
who you'll probably end up with
I don't think about you anymore
cause memories of you are like a treadmill,
i keep running, but I'm not getting anywhere
i'm not getting anywhere
if I'm not over this then why do I still roam
for a better place to grow? not a backyard or my home.
just grant me silence from your side of the county line
I think you owe me that
for kicking me when i was down
I don't think about you anymore
cause memories of you are like a treadmill,
I'm not getting anywhere
now that we both understand, stay on your side of the fence
(stay on your own side)
say what you will, but I never asked anything of you
(just like you wanted to)
